Friday, September 9, 2016

TO A FIELD MOUSE

                     








                 






                       The glint of twilight now appears, a rosy patch
                       Of light pervades the east : my catch
                       Thou art, thou silver-eyed rebel !
                       Not more perhaps a king in bars had felt
                       Than thou, dislodged from thine dark cell
                       To be entrapped here for this bread ; no bell
                       Thou hast to warn of us, we, human cats !
                       Oh listen to the dying notes of bush-hid gnats !
                       Bewail not of thy state, I'll show you the plains
                       Beside the brook where thickets white-stained
                       With muslin-mist, a meet shelter and shade
                       To green insects and slow-paced snail ;
                       You need not spend your life like us
                       Slaving for crusts with greed and lust ; 
                       Of course, bare Nature hath her strife and fear ;
                       But she hath her own comforts and cheer ;
                       Farewell to thee, thou rambler of green fields !
                       Thou, scrambler of orchards and lovely shrubs !
                       Spoil not our grain and possessions dear !
                       Beware of greed ! if not, your death is near !
                       The field-mouse cocked her head with suspicious gaze
                       Out sprang at once from cage into the grassy maze.

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                9th September, 2016                                 Somaseshu Gutala
                                     

                            







                 
                       

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